This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
I have hemmed and hawed about writing a LW story. From glancing at many LW stories there is a large male audience here and I hope that perhaps a female voice might be welcomed by some. Each Winter, a group of old girlfriends get together in a country cottage to escape our families. We drink too much red wine, eat too much chocolate and laugh around an open f...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** That evening, back at Maynard's I met another fellow who told me that he'd just returned from an 'over-...
This is the third of a four part story involving two confused sisters and an equally confused young man. ++++++++++ Sunday, December 23rd 2012 Since the day Marty and I made our final split, the day I watched as she drove back toward Hagerstown with Virna her sister in her car following I'd been working to put my life back in order. The fall semester was...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor; no I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes, this is stupid shit, confusing shit....
74) Nigel called me one evening. "Hey mate, are you up for dancing with the ladies Friday night?" "Just a sec Nigel, let me ask the boss." "Sabbie honey, do we have plans for Friday night?" "Not yet honey." "OK, now we do OK?" "Sure Ron." "OK Nigel we're good." "All right mate. How 'bout we meet at Houlihan's Friday at 9?" "Sounds like a plan Nigel....
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
"Well, little one," Vicky said rubbing her belly, "It's you and me now; we're in this together." For the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, Vicky had no job to be at, no school assignments; no parents to please. She was free to live her life on her own terms, and for the new life growing inside her. The problem was, of course, the life she wanted desp...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...